Hot wife from 70s made a lot of money after divorce

"Hurry up and clean up, let Aunt Yao see you and beat you to death."

Fang Nan shuddered when he thought of the scene where Yao Ying beat someone up and down.

Song Hengjue slowly raised his head, his drunken eyes clearly saw who was in front of him, and he slurred out a sentence: "She went back to Hainan Province with others, and she won't be here for this period of time."

"You didn't tell me earlier," Fang Nan's shoulders slumped instantly, and he lay on the sofa carelessly, eager to bite off a bottle cap, "I'll drink some too."

The old lady didn't let Song Hengjue drink, and Fang Nan didn't dare to drink at home. Ever since the old lady moved in, he hadn't had a drink at home for an unknown amount of time, but it was killing him.

Song Hengjue didn't say a word. If his chest wasn't still heaving, Fang Nan would have thought he was dead.

"What is this?" Fang Nan opened the black box next to him, met a pair of green eyes, and almost threw the box out, "Fuck!"

"My son." The man on the sofa finally moved and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Ah? What son?" Fang Nan was weird. Hearing Song Hengjue's voice, he felt weird and felt something was wrong. He took two steps closer and asked, "Did you quarrel with Yang Qingheng?"

Apart from this reason, he couldn't think of anything that would make Song Hengjue, a hard-hearted and shameless damn capitalist, drink alcohol at home.

"I said, this is Yang Qingheng's son!" Song Hengjue became angry when he said this. He suddenly jumped up from the sofa and lifted his collar, "I asked you to check Yang Qingheng, but you can't even find out this!"

Fang Nan felt guilty and rubbed his nose: "Yang Qingheng talks about her son every day. How could I know he is a cat? I can't go to her house and squat."

On the contrary, it's you who follows behind others every day and doesn't even know this.

"It's useless!" Song Hengjue muttered, pushing Fang Nan with such force that he staggered.

"Yang Qingheng and Tang Bainian have no children. Wouldn't it be easier to get divorced now? Why are you putting on such a stinky face?" Fang Nan curled his lips and drank a glass of wine.

"What do you know, you single guy?" Song Hengjue muttered. He looked at the cat on the table and felt even sadder. His nose felt sour and he almost shed tears.

Fang Nan was stabbed and almost lost his hair, so he cursed and went upstairs.

Silly Que, you're addicted to being a receiver, right? It's really crazy.

Yang Qingheng took the key and opened the door of Song Hengjue's house. She was greeted by the smell of alcohol. She looked at the man on the sofa speechlessly: "Forget it if you don't go to work, you are still drinking at home. It stinks."

Fang Nan was afraid that something might happen to Song Hengjue, so he kept watching from the second floor. He was relieved when he saw Yang Qingheng coming. He waved his hand and entered the room: "The hangover medicine is on the first shelf of the TV cabinet."

Yang Qingheng also had a headache when he saw such a mess. He was so angry that he kicked Song Hengjue in the foot: "With so much wine, it's just a torment. Who can stand you?"

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when we sent people to their rooms and settled down.

Yang Qingheng looked at the drunk man on the bed, sighed helplessly, told Tang Bainian to work overtime outside, cursed and covered him with a quilt.

Just as she was about to leave, Song Hengjue suddenly grabbed her hand and put it on her face, looking completely dependent: "Don't leave."

"You won't feel comfortable if you don't make trouble for a day, right?" Yang Qingheng snorted coldly. After all, he didn't care about a drunkard. He pulled back the quilt and went to bed. He reached for the bedside table to get water, but his eyes were fixed on the bottle on the bedside. "What is this?" ?”

However, I saw the man who had been languid just now suddenly sat up and grabbed the bottle. He held it tightly in his hand and said blankly: "It's nothing."

Seeing him like this, Yang Qingheng's thirst for knowledge became even more urgent, and he stretched out a warning hand: "What kind of medicine, show me."

Recalling Song Hengjue's strange attitude when he called her in the middle of the night, she became even more convinced that his condition at that time was probably inseparable from the medicine.

Song Hengjue stared at her, hiding the bottle behind his back, his unfamiliar eyes filled with vigilance.

There was no warmth in his cold eyes, and they suddenly overlapped with those of five years ago. He had the same attitude when he forced her to divorce. Yang Qingheng's heart suddenly turned cold, and her face didn't look good. She said in an almost commanding tone: "Song Hengjue, I One last time, bring it over!”

The usually talkative man seemed extremely stubborn at this moment, his lip lines were tight, and he looked at her without speaking.

Yang Qingheng also knew that her current state was not right, but the panic in her heart made her unable to control her temper. She pulled his hand out from behind with a cold face and forcefully pried off his fingers.

Normally, she would never have been able to grab the bottle from Song Hengjue, but today the man was so drunk that he had no strength left. Seeing that the bottle was about to fall into her hand, Song Hengjue's eyes turned red and he bit her hand hard. lip.

The man's breath invaded her lips and tongue forcefully, and there was a "pop" sound, the sound of the bottle falling to the ground.

Yang Qingheng felt annoyed and pushed Song Hengjue away.

The man held her tightly in his arms, with a trembling voice that was as humble as the dust. He kissed the side of her face flatteringly, as if he were treating a treasure that would break if he let go: "I don't care whether it's okay or not, please. .”

"Begging me? What's the point of begging me!" Yang Qingheng pushed him away suddenly and became furious, "Song Hengjue, why don't you tell me everything? You have to make things irreversible to be happy, right? ."

Yang Qingheng felt the darkness, as if all the strength in her body was suddenly drained, and she sat on the bed exhausted.

It seemed that her relationship with Song Hengjue would never be at peace, whether in the previous life or in this life.

"I think we should break up." She closed her eyes forcefully, feeling terrifyingly calm. "Since every time we get together is a new torture, it's better to let each other go."